I kid-you-freakin’-not, in their section titled “The Single Girl’s Bible” Cosmo offers three-step instructions on how to hang a picture. With illustrations. Because it’s just that difficult.
What the hell, Cosmo, are you actually under the impression that women don’t know how to hang pictures — that we’re on the dating scene because we need to marry a hammer-wielding man or our framed posters of hang-in-there kitties will never be hung on the wall?
While the column is by Molly Triffin and the “how to hang a picture” credits go to Thom Filicia, Cosmo has editors, right? Someone who makes the decisions on what to publish & how to publish it.
And I’ll accept any loose definitions of “editor”…
Like there’s a retarded horny monkey who randomly flings his or her own poo at the things that “need” to be published on the slick pages — a monkey who does this in exchange for food (to make the poo to fling), something for sexual release (a blow-up monkey doll, or a helping hand of some sort), and shelter (some place to eat, screw and fling poo — the office will do).
But then I’m not sure a retarded horny monkey would even suggest that single women wouldn’t know how to hang a picture — at the same time implying that married women have no need for this masculine knowledge.
Women hanging pictures? Using tools?! That’s not just wacky, that’s dangerous!
Thank Gawn I’m married so I’ll never have to learn how to do this. Not.
For the love. What will they think of next? Perhaps they’ll offer tips on how to cut a straight line with a pair of scissors.
That’s funny! I’m actually the handiman in the house! I asked my husband for a “craftsman drill” for christmas… Fupe Cosmo!